Name: Uzumaki, Inukai
Age: 29
Birthdate: June 2nd
Gender: Male
Rank: Jounin [S-Rank] - Missing Nin.

Village: Makkura
Clan: Uzumaki
Element(s): Fuuton | Raiton
Specialties: Fuuinjutsu | Ninjutsu
Special Characteristics: 

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Height: Inukai is no taller then about 5.3ft tall. Nothing more can be explained.
Weight: Inukai weighs around 126lbs.
Hair Color: Inukai has that black hair c:. His hair is as white as the snow itself, maybe even more.
Eye Color: Inukai has light black eyes that match his beautiful white hair cx.
General Description: Inukai is not one really of style, but basic clothing is necessary everywhere he goes. Being said, he likes to wear basic clothing, nothing to plain or too fancy, but at the bare minimum of being "presentable". This basic clothing category of his could consist of robes, scarves, pajamas, or anything else that feels comfortable really. Inukai isn't a really picky kind of clothing he wears, but he usually will dress up on occasion. For example it could be a killing-spree for all who knows, and he would probably wear a poncho too make it seem as if it rained. A weirdo indeed he is, but his clothing is not something to mess with at times. Something that Inukai doesn't like wearing at all is gloves. Gloves are a distraction of holding a sword, and a easy way to lose balance in a fight, gloves are nothing but protection against the hands and skin. Inukai Uzumaki doesn't plan to hide the most fascinating marks on his hand, under a pear of filthy gloves at any cost.



Personality: The young Uzumaki is one not to be messed with, for he hates annoying people. Kill on site is most likely his motto, and he abides by it every single day. People who talk a lot, are really annoying in Inukai's perspective, but he would rather be annoyed then be tormented by a bragger. People who brag are far worse then people who are annoying, mainly because braggers get no where in life. Though there is this evil dark side of Inukai, he does tend to be nice to others he claims worthy of being nice. For example, reliable friends, family members, even an animal aside could be claimed nice to Inukai. But sadly for those who aren't claimed nice in his eyes, they are most likely dead meat. Inukai is neither the shy type of person, whether it be women or man they are all the same, and all deserve to die for the same reason in life. The young Uzumaki is the silent type though, rarely talking to anyone. Not showing any affection towards those who try to "pick a fight" towards him. Not only this, but he doesn't care about the people who try to interact with him, he doesn't have time to waste his breath. Even those he would claim "nice", only a few words would be spoken.

Likes: Inukai doesn't like too many things, mainly because there isn't much to like. For one, he likes the smell of womens hair, but most of the times he might get bad remarks or they women may think he is a weirdo. But all in the same, they end up dead for the slick comments, there should be nothing wrong with smelling hair. Hair is free and loose, what could be so wrong with getting a little scent of off it. The young Uzumaki also likes the art of killing, if we shall. Killing is nothing but an essence to life, being able to actually end someones life early before they suffer it at old. Most people think of it as murder, but Inukai thinks it as a gift. A gift of ending someones misery. Few other things that Inukai likes would probably be candy, he can't get enough of the stuff. Basically candy is like a "drug" too him, having probably stacks of candy in his own house-hold.

Dislikes: The white-haired shinobi dislikes many things within his life-time, probably because of the countless numbers of times he encounters these problems. One being annoying people who like to talk the whole time. They never learn to shut up until someone gives them the message. Though Inukai plans to give the message, in a much more fashionable way if you know what he means. Worse then annoying people, there are braggers who claim they are better then everyone they face. Inukai literally hates these brand of people, but eh surely loves messing with them, proving there so heavenly statements wrong by killing them. Taking away the mere hope and high possibilities they thought they had in battle. In the end the outcome is just pitiful.

Motivations: There are many things that motivate Inukai Uzumaki, one mainly being strength, battle, the share will of experience. All of these traits together form the perfect battle, filled of excitement, not to mention the amount of fun one could have. This is definitely the most easiest way to lure Inukai, but do not take him as a fool. Yes, he would be very fascinated into joining in on a very good fight, but he would of course look over the fight itself. Inukai basically has to know what he is getting himself into before he actually does it. Because if he does get himself into something without knowing what, who knows what will happen. Another thing that motivates the young Uzumaki is honey. It is very weird for the fact that it motivates him, but the sweet sensation and taste of honey, just make shim go all crazy. Personally honey is way better then candy to Inukai, and he would choose it over anything any day.

Fears: The white-haired shinobi fears only one thing morally, being his own death. Inukai has been born for  a specific reason, to cause destruction and end lives, and he plans to for-fill that same reason why he is born. He shall not die in any way, shape, or form without at least causing some sort of destruction or killing spree. This is a promise that the young Uzumaki himself has made towards someone very important to him. He doesn't plan to just sit around and wait for others to strike so easily, no he plans to put himself into action if there is no other option left. Whether he dies or not is totally dependent on how he fights in-battle of course, but until then he will continue his horrific plans and try to succeed in every plan there is.

History: Dust; yes indeed it had been dust that had been rubbed against Inukai's skin. He could feel the softness of even the faintest touch of dust. Why was this? Was he not normal? Was he not as normal as his family members? What was the reason he could feel dust, why he had seemed to appear so odd? His family had treated him like shit, as if he wasn't there. They considered him a nuisance; making it seem as if it had been a mistake that Inukai had been born. Why was this? Why had everyone looked down on Inukai, himself being just another normal human being in his opinion? He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but something had definitely been wrong. All he could see was a bunch of people gathered in-front of him, just staring. Why had they had such scary faces? It was as if Inukai had done something he didn't know he had done. What had it been? Instantly he started to cry, letting out large amounts of screams, and somewhat powerful kicks and tugs. The people that had been sentenced in-front of him now looked rather angry, as if they had despised him crying. Luckily, the young-ling knew better to stop, sniffing every ten seconds to show a some-what more affection. What had really been going on, he had no clue, but all he knew was he was in a tight space. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted someone almost similar. The same blue eyes, the same short white hair, were it himself? Looking more closely with his little eyes, he noticed it had been his reflection. Had he been inside a glassed container? Reaching out with his chubby arms, he tried to touch the surface of the sky. His hands had simply brushed against the glass container, creating fog marks with each touch. Indeed, he had been trapped inside a glass container, but why? Inukai had noticed that a man had now been walking upwards toward him, so he slowly put down his chubby hands. The man that had been looking straight into the young Uzumaki's eyes had a hat on, with a mustache. Who had this person been, he had no clue, but this man slide open the glass protector and simply stared into Inukai's eyes. Was he inspecting him? Why had he been staring at him for such a long time, he was so confused as too what these people had wanted. He hadn't known whether to cry again, or to simply stare back. But based on instincts he simply stared straight back into this mans eyes, trying to make it seem as if he hadn't done anything.

"Despicable, trying to act as if you are so innocent boy?." the man in-front of him had said firmly. "My wife has given birth to the devil himself, and sadly I agreed with this." he continued on. Inukai simply smiled, and started to giggle, but soon he realized that had been a huge mistake. "Don't you dare laugh you devil!..." as he hands was reaching towards his neck but a women stopepd this mans hand. Of course because the young Uzumaki had been sacred, he started to cry. "Look what you have done!" stated the woman. She had seemed much more nice then the others, but the man still had that same look in his eye. It wasn't much different now, since the women had now begin to stare into Inukai's eyes. This had also led to a goofy face that she had, and he had started to laugh. The women picked up Inukai, and he had gotten the first glimpse of where the hell he had been. He noticed the decorated walls, the fancy designs, and even the fine merchandise. Was his family rich? He didn't know, but this was certainly a memory to remember. The women had then walked down towards a room, a numerous amounts of faces looking towards Inukai with a horrible face expression. Had he done something wrong? By the time Inukai and the women had reached the room, he had already been getting quite upset. The mere fact being that the room he was in currently had been more colorful, not to mention the pictures he saw. The women started to giggle, and simply place him down on the bed-post side. Inukai had no idea what the women had been doing, but at least now he could see something else besides faces and his own reflection. What he had been staring at now had been the roof of the house he had been in, with small cracks and markings inside it. These markings were strangely familiar but he had no clue as to what they had meant. The women had soon re-appeared with a scroll in her hand, and glass of water. What had she been doing, he had no clue, but he knew that it wasn't going to be fun. The women had lifted up Inukai's shirt, and near where his belly button was, touched it with her cold bare hands. Then she had said something, but Inukai couldn't make out the words. Suddenly his stomach had felt as if it were hot boiled, and started to rumble. The young Uzumaki had begun crying, loudly then before, but the women force him to drink the water to ease the pain. Doing this had been a bad idea though, because as soon as she had done this, Inukai had nearly chocked before she had realized what she had done. Removing the bottle of water, she had finished what she had been doing, but he had no clue whether or not if it was over or not. There may have been a much more advanced process she had to go through, but luckily that had been it. Picking up Inukai once again, she headed back towards the hallway filled with people. "He has been sealed." she had said, and everyone sighed in relief but still had the same expression on their faces. After this had been said, they all returned back to their original doings, as if nothing had happened. From here out Inukai Uzumaki had known something was odd about him, and he desperately wanted to know.

Since years had passed, you could say that Inukai had been well matured, and more likable. Now at the age of ten, he had grown to understand his paste, and as too why certain things and actions were made back then. Though he never got to meet his mother, and this had made Inukai very angry. The mere fact of not knowing his mother, and killing her at that, it was just all insane. Inukai had made a promise to himself ever since that day, to become a killing machine so that he could avenge his mother’s death. This was his purpose for living, and the reason why he has to do it. Though Inukai had no clue as to where to start, he was lost as a young boy with no guidance. But since no one really cared about him, or even paid attention to him, each night he would go out wandering on his own. He didn't need any weapons or anything to protect himself with, since he didn't worry about that kind of stuff. Though each night he ended up at the same place being a kind of academy for shinier. Inukai had heard great stories of shinobi, and how they were well trained, and some of them being the best of the best. This is how the young Uzumaki had basically found himself towards his path. By the time Inukai had gotten home that same night, he packed together his things, and basically "moved out", living the remain of his life in the woods. He no longer had any use of living in a rich house filled of stuck-up people that couldn't help support his goal, or even bother to listen. A waste of his time. By the next morning Inukai had basically just demanded to be in the Ninja Academy, not worrying about what others would say. To prove his skill he challenged the "best" Academy Student within the class, and ended up winning proving his right to join. The sensei on the other hand weren't very approving of this, but the other students had been shocked. Inukai hadn't planned to make an impression, but to simply get into the process quicker than others. The only person that had been on his squad was himself and his sensei, Inukai hadn't wanted any teammates, and ended up having just a single sensei. This sensei's name had been Haru, and he was an idiot for the most part. Some of the tips he had given were indeed valuable though, showing great promise at most. But some of the remarks Haru had made were truly dumb. Through years of training after joining the Ninja Academy, living in the woods, and surviving by himself, it had been time for the Chunnin Exams.

During the Chunnin Exams, Inukai was positive he would win, based on his high ranking in the Ninja Academy, but eh didn't plan to impress anyone, just to simply carry on with his business. He faced countless people during the Chunnin Exams, and did after-all end up winning, but the more and more he fought the more and more people started to suspect. At a young age around sixteen, Inuaki had become a Special Jounin, the youngest in his class. Most of the students hadn't been very surprised about this, due to his incredible skills they knew he would make it far as a great shinobi. Becoming a Special Jounin was basically an honor, meaning he showed great skill in combat all together, and he was now eligible to train students. But to the other sensei's dismay, Inukai didn't plan on training any other students, and other grew curious as too why. Before his plan had begun to spoil, he knew he had to become S-Rank, so due to tons of training and hard working while being on the down low, he achieved his goal. Not only did he achieved it, but he left with it. The young Uzumaki had been aware of other watching him at an early stage, and decided to leave the village all as one. He no longer had any need to show off his skills, and combat related skills towards others. This is how Inukai Uzumaki had become the Missing-Ninja, nick named The Wise.

RP Sample: "Whistling across the moonlit ocean, he heard no sound but that of his own. Standing on nothing but a platform made of wood, and gazing at the open view of beautiful ocean water, Posiden had ruled his thrown. The moon had been lit above, creating a rather sparkle effect within the ocean water, truly magnificent. Relaxing at such a silent night, the stars above shining ever so bright, man it was ridiculous. Nothing could be seen or spotted by what had appeared before him in the moon lit night, gazing upon its whole surface he didn't dear act in fright. Though this man that had stared every so deeply into the oceans deep bottom, beware, for there lurks something big and scary that a fool would never go near."

Inukai silently sang to himself, a sort of poem mixed with a rap he had made to himself. Poetry was something he was fond off, when he got bored of course. It was a way to express peace, and smooth calmness within himself. Inukai laughed peacefully on his bed, thinking of more poems to right as if they were a peace of cake.

"Hello there my good mate, how have you been? Have you noticed the yet so disgusting thing that lays beyond your skin? You itch when you feel it, it is always around, whenever you think you may may be sad, it turns that frown up-side-down. Yes, it is truly great, keeping warmth within the body, people who dear lay a hand on said thing will be very tardy. If you know what I mean, then you might as well back away, because when you notice this thing there will be no other day."

Inukai had practice more and more, coming up with smooth and slick poems, but grew tired of the sensation. Laughing a little, he went back too bed, going into a deep slumber.

Faceclaim: Katakura Kojuurou

You likie? Took me centuries c:

Need a real age and birthday; longer description please.

Bump.

Alright, if you're gunna app for S-rank; your history has to run through getting the rank/classification. Otherwise, this just needs a spell check and to be reread for mistakes.

Bump.

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